I hate to admit that I’ve lost my spark to write. The heaviness feels like a shadow of myself. There’s this overwhelming laziness weighing on me.
Still, I want to say “Hi” to the kind strangers on social media, who may never know me, but your silent presence makes this world feel a little less lonely.
My neighbors have put up their Christmas lights. I’ve always loved Christmas lights because there’s something magical about them—something that brightens even the darkest part of the year. Every year, I fill my yard with them—twinkling, bright, and full of life.
But now, every time I look outside, it feels like a piece of my heart is missing. Since my husband passed away, I’ve lost that deep, burning desire to decorate. The joy from the lights, the warmth, the memories — they’ve all faded into an ache. I can’t bring myself to do it anymore.
In the end, it doesn’t really matter how I feel. The world keeps shining and celebrating Christmas…
Enjoy it while you still can, because life changes quietly, and someday the things that once made you happy might hurt just to look at.